[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Hey, hey, I'm just tryin' to get some bread
Quality street music, I'll do time in the fed, fed
They sayin' hip hop dead
Just got a text from Drama and this is what it read
"This that cocaine music, and we do this shit with quality"
Reppin' at its highest point, that's why nobody hot as me
DJ, DJ bring that shit back for me
I told you so, DJ Drama made a sec for me
Now I'm sac'd up and I'm wrecked up
When I hit the club I'mma act up
And I'm goin' down and I'm macked up
And I'm doubtin I'll come back up
I'm bottle poppin', I'm hole poppin'
I'm pullin up and I'm show stoppin'
12 Pack of that Rosé, 6 pack of that gold
And I'm goin so hard, my dawg behind barsTook my first million dollars, went and spent them on cars65 for the rollie watch, 80 pointers and they head up
30 shots in the semi-cocked, and I ain't never been scared of
DJ Drama we the realest nigga, street music make em' feel it nigga

[Hook x2]

[Outro: DJ Drama & Yo Gotti]
It go grind right, mind right
Only if I could see this shit in hindsight
Put me on the scale, make sure I'm weighin' right
And put a couple grams on my sony mic
Quality street music nigga